I am not that photo
On my father's mantle
I won't let the dust fall
On my life
 
Oh Sinéad you made me cry
I was waiting in a [bad word] store line
Just to pay for the things that money buys
With my time
With my time
 
So tell me I'm good as gold
Tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me you won't get old and leave me alone

St Lawrence market place
I saw my whole life written on an old friend's face
You can move away but you can't erase
 
So tell me I'm good as gold
Tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me you won't get old and leave me alone
 
Tell me I'm good as gold
Tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me you won't get old and leave me alone
 
I am not that photo